I don't have much to say these days. The blank canvas sitting on an easel in the corner of my studio seems to be a metaphor for how life feels lately. Writer's block, artists block, everything block. I'm sitting in my studio, with Dusty curled up on my lap, with nothing much to say. Life feels very full and very empty simultaneously. I'm not even inspired to put together outfits these days. Putting together a fun outfit, and shooting outfit photos used to be an almost daily routine, and now I find myself gliding through most days with leggings, a sports bra, and a fleece, or jeans and a plaid flannel. I still love putting together outfits, but the frequency has slowed. And life feels kind of boring at the moment. I think as bloggers we feel like we have to post about the interesting things that are going on in our lives, because no one wants to read a blog by a person with a boring life. Boring life= boring blog. We want tales of adventure, we want deep thoughts, we want exotic photos, we want to live vicariously. But life is boring right now. Here let me tell you about how I made oatmeal for breakfast and then took Dusty on a walk and then I went climbing and then we came home and Dan went out to a meeting and then he came home and I took him to work and I went to yoga and then I came home and made a salad for dinner and then sat in front of my computer trying to figure out if I had anything to say. I don't. Even this outfit isn't all that interesting. It's almost the same outfit as the last one I posted, but get this: I put a flannel over it. I know, pretty cutting edge stuff.
